Chapter 13 Speakerphone
The whole night, clarity mixed with sinking.
I only remembered Fang Qiming's upturned face and his tight voice.
A phone call woke me.
I groped for it and hit the speaker by accident.
"Lanlan..."
Bian Yi's voice came through. "You are not at the company? The runner brought your milk. The front desk stopped him and said he could not go up."
On the other end of the line.
A woman's soft voice drifted through faintly. "Did she pick up, A Yi?"
I had not fully cleared the fog.
An arm slid under my neck. "Scumbags wake up this early?"
The other end of the line.
Went dead silent.
Bian Yi's voice shot up.
"Who are you? Why are you answering Liao Lan's phone?!"
His voice was too loud.
It finally pulled me a little more awake.
I glanced at Fang Qiming and turned off the speaker.
"Who he is has nothing to do with you."
"Liao Lan, you are married, do you know that, you even—"
I held the phone away and powered it off.
I picked up my clothes and looked toward the bed.
"I am going to the company. You... should not go. Bian Yi will rush over any minute."
The man raised a brow.
"As the homewrecker, I actually want to see President Bian's catching scene."
"If you have free time, practice your body more."
I still had another line.
Being clean was not enough. Technique mattered too.
Fang Qiming's expression froze.
"This is not my first time..."
He sounded a little wronged. "Liao Lan, you really have no conscience..."
Life was already a mess.
Where was I supposed to find that much conscience.
When I reached the company, the front desk was already holding back a frenzied Bian Yi.
He turned and saw I was alone.
His face eased a little.
Only when he came close did he see the red marks on my neck.
Bian Yi's expression turned ugly.
From the look on his face, he finally understood that when I said I would cheat, I had never been bluffing.
He looked like he had gone mad.
Eyes red, he charged at me.
"Liao Lan, what did you do?
"You really did it with someone else? Did you?!
"Who allowed you to find someone else?!"
Inside the building.
A few front desk staff were peeking.
I smiled at Bian Yi.
"Did you not agree to it.
"But rest assured. The person I found is absolutely clean."
Bian Yi lost it.
He muttered something and ran back.
The last sentence.
I finally caught it.
He said—Impossible. I do not believe it.
By now.
Whether he believed it or not was no longer something I needed to care about.